Maybe

You scoot up Missy's body until you're sitting on her neck, her chin pressed tightly against your slit, your thighs squeezing around her head and holding her arms in place so that she can't use them to get away.

"So I thought you were gonna punish me." Smiling, you look down into Missy's face, which is turning red from the pressure.

She tries to wrap her legs around your body, but you know the counter and duck. She can't get a grip, and then you throw them back down to the mat.

"So where's my punishment? C'mon tough girl, punish me."

"I can't hear you!" Missy's voice is muffled, as she can barely open her mouth to talk. You realize that your thighs are clamped over her ears.

"I guess that's your problem." You reach behind, get her nipple between two fingers and start massaging it between them. It quickly hardens under your attentions, and you hear Missy moan softly between your legs.

Well, if she's enjoying this, why shouldn't you? You grind your hips, using her chin and the hem of your jean shorts as an impromptu masturbation toy. Missy tries again to grab you with her legs, but again you block them, easily. Being perched on her face like this is fun, but you need to win the match...

Holding her wrists, you suddenly get up and spin behind her. Your plan had been to switch to a reverse face sit, and then you'd have access to her entire body instead of having to reach behind you.

But she's still a very good wrestler. As soon as your weight comes off her chest, she's trying to turn around and get a hold of you...